How Does A Dragonborn Necromancer’S Backstory Shape Their Dark Magic Use?

  "There is no escape for you. I have waited a long time for you,mate. I will not let you go this time." I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.      I thrummed my fingers in the air and I raised my head. Our eyes met and I resisted the urge to double over at the sensation in my chest. With Fae vision, he looked even more gorgeous than any being should be. So sensual. So dark. So powerful. My mate. I searched his turquoise depths for answers, hoping I was wrong, but they said it all. He was my mate. And he'd hurt me. I'll kill him.

Bree despises herself after an embarrassing night with an unknown man, and her world nearly comes crashing down when she realizes that Louie, her beloved fiance, was secretly having an affair with her cousin, and that what happened to her was also part of their plan. She wishes to leave the country and settle in the States in order to leave the negative memories behind. But, even before that, Bree humiliated them at the engagement party in order to exact revenge. She and Calix, Louie's billionaire but disabled uncle, will meet during the celebration. The man who claimed her virginity.

I was born naturally dazed, living every day as if I were tipsy. So when Adrian Blake forced his way into my life, I thought he was only playing with me. Every time I failed to run away and he caught me again, I gave him a thumbs-up. "Your hide-and-seek skills are improving fast. I only hid for half an hour and you already found me." And just like that, I muddled through three years of a game where I ran and he chased. Until today. I found out I was pregnant after nausea and vomiting, and I took the report home, wanting to tell Adrian Blake, whom doctors had diagnosed as infertile. But then he got into a car accident and lost his memory. His childhood sweetheart cried as she blamed me. "If he had not rushed back to celebrate your birthday, none of this would have happened." "He has forgotten you completely. I am begging you. Stop clinging to him, okay?" I slowly walked away for a while, my lower belly aching faintly. I had the feeling I had forgotten something. Forget it. I would think of it when I remembered.

To save his childhood sweetheart, who had a congenital heart condition, my husband tricked me into signing an organ donation agreement. Then he got into a truck and ran me over right in front of the hospital. Barely clinging to life, Elliot Carter tore my heart from my chest. When my body was wheeled out of the operating room, Alan Yates came crashing to my side like a man gone mad. Seeing the gaping hole where my heart used to be, he screamed and wept: "I'm sorry… I was too late… If there's another life, I'll never let you suffer like this again…" Tears fell exactly where my heart had been, and somehow, I even felt a flicker of warmth. He spun around and ran back into the operating room. When he came out again, Elliot and Jessica Foster were lying in a pool of blood. Alan, meanwhile, had slashed his own wrist to die with me. On his deathbed, he ordered that we be buried together. Then I opened my eyes. I had been reborn. Before me stood Elliot, dressed in a wedding gown, holding a bouquet, and proposing. I flung the flowers in his face and turned to embrace Alan in the crowd. However, only a year and a half into our marriage, he changed. Alan began openly pairing up with Jessica, letting her move into our home. Worse, he claimed that our cat's mating season had disturbed Jessica's sleep, and so he allowed her to run over the cat I had raised for seven years. I could not believe it. This was not the man who had loved me so deeply in my previous life. My eyes blazing, I demanded, "What's wrong with you?" However, Alan's gaze was icy. "Nothing. I just don't love you anymore."

‎At nineteen, desperation drove Leah Carter, a vulnerable young woman with nothing left to lose, into the arms of a stranger, and into a one-night stand that would change her life forever. That single choice saved her grandmother’s life, but at an unbearable cost. She stole a priceless family crest and disappeared. ‎ ‎Six years later, Leah is a single mother living to protect her secret child at all costs, even if it means carrying her guilt forever. ‎ ‎Damien Thorne is a billionaire heir haunted by a deadly fire he didn’t start. Trapped in a vicious power struggle for his family’s empire, he trusts no one, especially the people closest to him. ‎ ‎His stepmother is determined to steal control of the Thorne empire for her son, Julian, whose goal is simple: to ruin Damien and run the Thorne Group into the ground, driven by lifelong hatred and resentment. ‎ ‎When fate forces Leah and Damien into close proximity, sparks ignite into a volatile enemies-to-lovers attraction neither can deny. Old wounds reopen as Leah is drawn into the fight for the Thorne legacy, where the stolen crest holds the key to everything. ‎ ‎As Damien fights to protect his position and the empire, Leah becomes both his risk and his refuge. But the truth about the past, and the child between them, could destroy what they’re building before it has a chance to survive.

My sister abruptly returns to the country on the day of my wedding. My parents, brother, and fiancé abandon me to pick her up at the airport. She shares a photo of them on her social media, bragging about how she's so loved. Meanwhile, all the calls I make are rejected. My fiancé is the only one who answers, but all he tells me is not to kick up a fuss. We can always have our wedding some other day. They turn me into a laughingstock on the day I've looked forward to all my life. Everyone points at me and laughs in my face. I calmly deal with everything before writing a new number in my journal—99. This is their 99th time disappointing me; I won't wish for them to love me anymore. I fill in a request to study abroad and pack my luggage. They think I've learned to be obedient, but I'm actually about to leave forever.